Messages By: keysnfingers

 I enjoyed the show today which came with a bonus of some fine piano playing from William Joseph. I played piano for a time a number of years ago and I find it a fine instrument. I only play by ear but quickly realized the meditating affects it can give a person when troubled times arrive. I found it to be a release and enjoyed playing for hours. Music is a great way to express yourself and and a good way to fight stress, anxiety and even depression.

William Joseph's story is actually very similar to a good friend of mine who sold me the piano. When he was young his parents bought a piano for his sister. But he was told to stay away from the piano. But stubborn as my friend is, he began playing "secretly" and soon became much better than his sister. One day his family found out about his unique talent and from that day on they enjoyed many hours of listening. Today he is one fine pianist.

Music is an important part of our culture. Music is a great way to build character because it touches our inner soul and makes us a better people. Where you find music, you usually find happiness.

Well I must say that when I watched the show today my eyes were glued to the screen for most of the program. Having experienced first hand what the internet and all it's glory has to offer, I must say that I am not at all impressed in any way. As a matter of fact, I am discouraged. After enduring a few years of chatroom nightmares that turned into real life nightmares, I see no reason to ever chat with anyone I don't know on the net. From my very first day in a chatroom, I have felt uneasy about chatting with someone I don't know and it has been a major complaint of mine ever since the first day I entered a chatroom.. Worst yet, I have experienced first hand how bad things can get when there is no validation of who you are speaking to on the net. There is literally no way to figure out if you are talking to a 90 year old grandmother or a 10 year old child. Furthermore, everyone is trying to be someone they are not, meaning a 90 year old grandmother is posing as a 10 year old child and a 10 year old child is pretending to be an adult and in some cases a 90 year old grandmother. Now this is all fine and dandy until you got a pedophile lurking right in between everyone waiting to make the kill.

Hello.....

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PS: The internet has now become reality....

    And I think it's time we all realized that....

The Internet has become a public place of information that is relevant. I have never once posted a complete profile of my true self. Not because I necessarily what to remain private but because I have never had sufficient reason to display a complete real profile of myself. Once you do that you are using your name and I take that serious. Only through a very unique set of circumstances would anyone be able to realize who I actually am. And the day I do put my real name on something on the net, it will be something worth while putting my name on right. Because there is really nothing wrong with putting your profile on line as long as you respect who you are and realize that on line is now a public place.

 

 

 

 

My wife always has called me the same name for years now and although it's not the N word, when someone else at school called me the same name with meaning, I took it very serious because they had no business calling me anything. So I can see the point of some people who say that in the privacy of their own home is one thing and using a different standard when they are in public. After all, when I'm at home I say things I would never say in public. I don't recall using the N word to anyone because I don't go around insulting people in such a harsh way.  

 

I do agree with the gentleman who said that we as a people are still somewhat racist. I don't have to look to far to see that. And without saying to much, it's something I will have to address.

Well I was just in a Yahoo Catholic chatroom and someone popped in and started posting this awful voice message. I instantly exited the chatroom. I am horrified at such behavior in our chatrooms. It undermines the good people who attend them.

 

Things gota change on the net before it explodes!

I think the only logical way to fight the system is to first have a very strong case and secondly to have a lawyer that is taking a percentage of the contract so that way they pay the bills and you just sit and wait patiently. Any other course of action will cost you a bundle of headaches and cash.

Although I agreed completely with all of the topics on todays show, I did find that there was no mention of the guards themselves. Having experienced what it is to live on a daily basis in a situation that could be life threatening, I can see why a few will be overwelmed by the pressure it takes to do the job as an airport guard. I think we should from time to time make sure our airport guards are in good spirits and not over tasked by the pressures of one of the scariest jobs out there.

 

God Bless...

Friday Night

 

At night the Main becomes a completely different place. It sorta turns into an underworld Hollywood. People are all decked out, wearing expensive perfumes and there is no limit to the sexy ladies everywhere. But amongst the many outcasts that are just trying to survive hides the few who use this underworld for profit.

 

It was an icy cold winter night as I walked along St. Catherine street eastbound towards the Main. Just ahead I noticed Michelle, a local whore asleep from pill overdose in a snowbank with two tricks trying to pick her up and drag her into the closest hotel room hoping to get a freebie. On the opposite corner was this new couple everyone was talking about. It was a woman and her daughter who had recently moved into the area. New comers always get noticed because down here everyone knows everyone. What was alarming was that the daughter couldn't of been more than twelve years old. She was wearing a very short pink skirt with this very revealing tank top with just a jean coat to keep her warm. She had so much makeup on she looked like a model. Obviously there was something not right going on with them two, but down here we don't get into other peoples affairs because we have what we call "The Street Code". Mind your own business!

 

Most of the girls down here are protected by local pimps. It seems the common thing to "own" a pimp. The funny thing is many of the girls are getting abused from their pimp but still proclaimed that they own their pimp. I can understand this philosophy because the Main can be a dangerous place. None of the girls would pull tricks without the protection of their pimp, it's just not good business. Having a pimp ensures payment as well.

 

Approaching the Main, I quickly dash down to the disco where I hang out on Friday nights. Fridays is the best night to go out because everyone is around and the place is packed. The only thing I don't like is when I go to the washroom I got to move through the crowd and someone keeps pinching my butt. Upon entering the disco I see Karen with the front of her tea shirt over some idiot's head. I don' t think he realizes that it's going to cost him his wallet in a few moments. Oops, there's the move, she's got it! ha ha!

 

Yes sir, my usual, thank you. I always order a "Sex Machine", Grand Marnier, Kahlua and milk, I don't really drink. I think I'll go out and smoke a quick one before my friend arrives. Hey, check that out! There's that little girl getting in a car with this big ugly two hundred pounder, holy macaroni! And the mother's right at the driver's window getting the cash. The condom is $120.00, the sex is free! Look at that, she's just letting him drive away with her daughter, I do not believe it!

 

Up I go back to my table, hey! check out those two little babes, they look like sluts. hmm....

 

This new world is something else man!

 

Lots of cashola here man!

 

I love it!

 

But I'm only sixteen, what do I know?

 

 

 

When are they gonna build an interface that will plug right into the brain so everyone can live in a virtual world, would that not be fun.

 

I guess many of these people are lacking something in their lives and try to make up for it on line. Then they become part of the virtual worlds they live in and sooner or later replace the real world.

 

I do believe a good game is fun but getting carried away with a non productive life in some virtual world can destroy lives and it does every day.